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Ravenous Flames
05:09
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We are the sons of fire and thunder
We ride through the mist we torch and we plunder
Untamed our horses no saddles no reins
Black is the blood that runs in our veins
Soon the doomed will rise
Greed is your demise
The time has now come to reap what you sow
Feeding your lies back down your throat
Ravenous flames the thoughts in our minds
We’ll spit on the grave of the last of your kind
Now the hunter will
The prey become and kneel
Broken dead bodies
Telling our tale
Lifeless their eyes
Stares of dismay
Too late to repent
For the deeds of your past
We are the sons of thunder and fire
We bring the end to your God’s desire
Ravenous flames burn in our eyes
While raising the knife for the last sacrifice
Now the hunter is
The prey, hear how he screams
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Ophitic Doctrine
08:03
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Each night it arrives from the empty horizon
Weary as time it sleeps in my well
It colours the walls and sighs like an old song
Then dies in its slumber at the sound of the bell
Its fangs prey for blood on the flesh of the ocean
Then dies in my water and poisons my crop
It rushes inside me with each cup of wine
It grows from my heart and leaves before dawn
With an ebony half moon and the breath of an old well
With the dagger’s memory and the atrocity of kisses
With the compass of faith and the map of the stars
I greet the advent of the serpent’s ordeal
Its fangs prey for blood on the flesh of the ocean
Then dies in my water and poisons my crop
It colours the walls and sighs like an old song
Then dies in its slumber at the sound of the bell
With a cabeirian prayer and a Sibylic riddle of doom
With the persistent words of echoing ruins
Out of my catacomb labyrinth of orgiastic cold
I greet the advent of the serpent’s ordeal
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A Deaconry to Vanity
07:01
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Crippled wounded puppets incomplete
Weave silken drapes of misery and wire nets of grief
Within us slides the worm of time and history
Give yourself away
A deaconry to vanity
Rusted cog-wheels in the earth machine
Carrying woes and minor misfortunes we raise a tower of sin
Innocence opposed to claws and strings
Give your youth away
A deaconry to vanity
Asleep and dreaming safe
In the shade of the shadow of death
Easy prey to the beast of guilt
Our humble mortal art cannot describe the pains we feel
Hereditary suicide epiphany
Kill your dream and pray
A deaconry to vanity
Led by the vague footprints Chimera leaves on sand
Content to hold dead unicorns buried in their hearts
Acrobats and zealots come and leave en mass
Until we leave the scene
A deaconry to vanity
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Oracles
05:15
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Red lines crossing through the twilight sky
Mother night is urging them to try
Crimson rebels with emotions pure
Not healed yet but they will find the cure
The Oracles of Flame
They foretold
The predators will come and
Their blind rage will take hold
Every single soul will testify
When the whirlwinds come you hear them cry
Battle demons sacred in their rage
Can’t be held in any man-made cage
The Oracles of Flame
They foretold
The predators will come and
Their blind rage will take hold
The Oracles of Flame
They foretold
The predators will come and
Their blind rage will take hold
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(Dona Eis) Requiem
07:58
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Your birth has locked the gate
Deep and it’s getting deeper
Life visions you create
You can’t befriend the Reaper
Your end you should embrace
Old, you won’t get much older
Lines that cross through your face
Like frost but they are colder
Transcend into the void
Reach out you can’t reach further
Touch the core of the black
For there dwells our father
Dive in his cold embrace
Fault but you shall not falter
Tentacles reach your soul
The Great One will have his supper
Desperate worms are eating their way out
To watch again the light of day
Pathetic fools are victimized again
Like snowfall in the heart of May
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Shrine of Despair
05:33
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Free to speak in this hell of noise
Free to choose while there’s no choice
Free to think but it hurts my brain
Free to love but there’s more to hate
Goddess of despair, sinister moon arise
Hopelessly I stand still before your shrine
Eerie calls wake the ghost inside
A serpent’s kiss and a lover’s bite
A young boy turns on himself a gun
Staring at a cold and dying sun
Goddess of despair, sinister moon arise
Hopelessly I stand still before your shrine
Freeze my skin with a breath of gold
Nail my palm on your wailing wall
Slash my wrist and my poison vein
Spill my blood sanctify the stain
Goddess of despair, sinister moon arise
Hopelessly I stand still before your shrine
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Whitewood
08:37
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Please come inside
I’ll make you feel at home
Innocent child
In Whitewood you belong
The stars aligned
There is no going back
A sprig of woodbine
And now you have been marked
Lying cold upon the altar stone
13 candles revealing scenes unknown
Faceless figures and an ancient psalm
Eager to greet this offering of blood
This Inn eternal
Resting place for my cursed heart
Unholy Night
For You the spirits mass
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Aeon Aphelion Athens, Greece
Heavy/Doom Metal. Formed in 2005.
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